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He practically snatched the bag from my hands, immediately reaching in to pull out the first thing his hands found. A double cheeseburger.
He tore into it, hardly bothering to look at what he was eating.
I took a seat across from him, watching in silence, almost transfixed by the normalcy of it all.
There was something endearing, almost grounding, in watching him eat. In a life as volatile as ours, a moment like this felt… right.
Finn paused, catching me staring.
“What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Something on my face?”
I shook my head, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.
“I just like watching you eat. Makes me feel human again,” I told him.
He rolled his eyes, but there was a softness in his gaze.
“Oh, right.” He took another bite, chewing thoughtfully before he glanced up at me. “Do you miss it?” he asked quietly. “Eating real food?”
“A little,” I admitted, “but now I can live vicariously through you.”
Finn snorted, rolling his eyes, but there was a flicker of something else there.
Something vulnerable, hidden beneath the usual sarcasm.
The air between us was thick, filled with things neither of us dared to say out loud.
His presence had shaken something loose in me. A part of myself I thought I’d lost the night I’d turned.
A part that remembered warmth, comfort… love.
Before I knew it, I reached across the table, my hand hovering inches from his.
I could see the surprise flash in his eyes, but he didn’t pull away.
Slowly, he turned his hand over, letting our fingers wind together, tentative but steady.
He was looking at me now, his eyes full of questions, his grip on my hand tightening.
I felt a flicker of fear that he might slip away, that this fragile connection would shatter if I held on too tightly.
I gave his hand a squeeze, pulling him to his feet.
His breath hitched as I stepped closer, his face inches from mine, our hands still linked between us.
“Finn,” I murmured. “I don’t know what’s going to happen next. The smartest thing to do is tell you to forget me, forget all this ever happened, but I’m selfish.”
His gaze softened, his lips parting, and I could feel his pulse quicken.
“I don’t want to forget either,” he whispered, his words barely a breath.
Before either of us could say anything else, I leaned in, plundered his mouth.
Our kiss deepened, and I felt the world shrink down to the sensation of Finn’s lips against mine, his breath warm, his heartbeat erratic beneath my touch.
For a moment, it was like nothing else existed. No Guild, no nest, no danger. Just us.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked on mine, and there was a softness there, a vulnerability that I rarely saw from him.
